<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295576361551502229</id><updated>2011-07-08T04:33:33.952-07:00</updated><category term='parents'/><category term='bisexuality'/><category term='swingers'/><category term='THIS PROJECT'/><category term='Cheating'/><title type='text'>Confessions of Bloggers</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofbloggers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295576361551502229/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofbloggers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06045411384977933196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pAZQNe-D-jg/SrBGI1x7J0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Wa1q9fmBl7U/S220/swing.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295576361551502229.post-8837703168131994115</id><published>2009-11-07T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T16:36:16.954-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><title type='text'>When did my mother become selfish?</title><content type='html'>I am a grown woman, I have kids of my own.&lt;br /&gt;My mother is selfish. If and when she actually calls me she only wants to talk about herself. If she asks how I am doing, or how her grandchildren are doing its only in casual conversation. As soon as I start to tell her something she will interrupt and change the subject to make it about her.&lt;br /&gt;She kinda sucks at being a grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;I actually get along better with my mother-in-law than I do my mother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295576361551502229-8837703168131994115?l=confessionsofbloggers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofbloggers.blogspot.com/feeds/8837703168131994115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofbloggers.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-did-my-mother-become-selfish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295576361551502229/posts/default/8837703168131994115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295576361551502229/posts/default/8837703168131994115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofbloggers.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-did-my-mother-become-selfish.html' title='When did my mother become selfish?'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183077492096091539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295576361551502229.post-6672528114851378878</id><published>2009-10-20T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T16:43:18.209-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bisexuality'/><title type='text'>I want my BFF</title><content type='html'>(I'm female) Is is wrong that I totally want to "do" my female best friend.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am bi, and so is she. She has known that she likes girls for a long time. I on the other hand didn't figure it out until recently (I'm 30). And now her and I live in separate states far away from one another. So, I don't know if and when I will ever see her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it would ruin, or enhance our friendship if anything ever did happen between us. All I know is if she mad a move on me I would TOTALLY be all for it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295576361551502229-6672528114851378878?l=confessionsofbloggers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofbloggers.blogspot.com/feeds/6672528114851378878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofbloggers.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-want-my-bff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295576361551502229/posts/default/6672528114851378878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295576361551502229/posts/default/6672528114851378878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofbloggers.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-want-my-bff.html' title='I want my BFF'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183077492096091539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295576361551502229.post-5656001207737770295</id><published>2009-10-10T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T16:22:47.336-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cheating'/><title type='text'>Cheating Bastard</title><content type='html'>My significant other cheats on me. We have kids together. I would leave but I have no where to go. My only choice would be to move back to where are family lives which is far away and I hate my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295576361551502229-5656001207737770295?l=confessionsofbloggers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofbloggers.blogspot.com/feeds/5656001207737770295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofbloggers.blogspot.com/2009/10/cheating-bastard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295576361551502229/posts/default/5656001207737770295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295576361551502229/posts/default/5656001207737770295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofbloggers.blogspot.com/2009/10/cheating-bastard.html' title='Cheating Bastard'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183077492096091539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295576361551502229.post-2295786134581712524</id><published>2009-09-25T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T01:01:49.562-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THIS PROJECT'/><title type='text'>Confessions of Bloggers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;I want to know other peoples secrets instead of just telling my own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;This project is quite simple. This blog will be written by anonymous bloggers. Sign onto this blog with the provided log in and write a post about anything you want to get off your chest that you are afraid to say on your own blog, or tell anyone else. You don't even have to be a blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*The only RULE, please don't write about anything illegal (cheating on your spouse or doing drugs doesn't count).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOGIN to blogger.com using:  blogger07(at)yahoo.com PASSWORD:  blogger0707&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295576361551502229-2295786134581712524?l=confessionsofbloggers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofbloggers.blogspot.com/feeds/2295786134581712524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofbloggers.blogspot.com/2009/09/confessions-of-bloggers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295576361551502229/posts/default/2295786134581712524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295576361551502229/posts/default/2295786134581712524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofbloggers.blogspot.com/2009/09/confessions-of-bloggers.html' title='Confessions of Bloggers'/><author><name>The Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06045411384977933196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pAZQNe-D-jg/SrBGI1x7J0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Wa1q9fmBl7U/S220/swing.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295576361551502229.post-1091366478739517727</id><published>2009-09-19T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T16:58:08.678-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swingers'/><title type='text'>Our New "Friends with Benefits"</title><content type='html'>Two weeks ago we planned a "date" with a couple we found on SLS. They were fairly new to the lifestyle. We had been talking to them quite a bit online and had planned to meet in person to see if we had chemistry. Well, we did!&lt;br /&gt;We meet for dinner and drinks and then went to a bar to hang out. Once again, myself and the other woman were too shy to make a move on one another.&lt;br /&gt;They invited us back to their hotel room where it got a little awkward. I wish I could get over the nervousness I feel (although it definitely was not as bad as the first time, once we got started I was fine). It's really hard for me to make the first move. Finally the guys decided to go out on the balcony in hopes to make us a little more comfortable. They could still see us through the sliding glass door but it did help with them not being right there. Its a little more nerve racking for me with an audience.&lt;br /&gt;She finally initiated it and we began to make-out (so HOT)! Then she took off my skirt, I took off her skirt. She asked if she could go down on me (I of course said yes!) and she took off my lacy black thong. The feel of a woman's mouth on me is amazing! When she was finished I returned the "favor" (my first time), I could feel her squirm a little while I did my thing. &lt;br /&gt;Not having ever gone down on a woman before it really wasn't hard to know what to do. I know what I like my husband to do to me, to I tried to mimic that the best I could. She told me I did a good job.  :)&lt;br /&gt;After that we finally allowed the guys back into the room. Which I am sure they were very eager to participate after the "show" they just watched!&lt;br /&gt;We all finished off with same room sex with our own partners.&lt;br /&gt;After all the buildup and excitement of the evening none of us were "up" for an all night marathon or anything.&lt;br /&gt;We all got dressed and they walked us out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have talked to them many times since and saw them last weekend, her and I had a little make-out session while the guys watched, but no clothes came off (it was a certain time of the month). We are going out with them again tonight and have already made plans to "play" again and expand on what we did last time! Now that things have been initiated between her and I, I don't think we will have as much trouble getting started tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POSTED BY: THE WIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Were members of: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.swinglifestyle.com/?signup=VIRGINIA2706" target="_blank"&gt; www.SwingLifeStyle.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295576361551502229-1091366478739517727?l=confessionsofbloggers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofbloggers.blogspot.com/feeds/1091366478739517727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofbloggers.blogspot.com/2009/09/our-new-with-benefits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295576361551502229/posts/default/1091366478739517727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295576361551502229/posts/default/1091366478739517727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofbloggers.blogspot.com/2009/09/our-new-with-benefits.html' title='Our New &amp;quot;Friends with Benefits&amp;quot;'/><author><name>The Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06045411384977933196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pAZQNe-D-jg/SrBGI1x7J0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Wa1q9fmBl7U/S220/swing.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295576361551502229.post-871929110862361604</id><published>2009-09-01T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T16:58:08.679-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swingers'/><title type='text'>Our First Time</title><content type='html'>(This took place back in March)&lt;br /&gt;The night began at a sports bar where we met a couple for the second time, only  this time one on one.&amp;nbsp; We drank, talked and played pool.&amp;nbsp; We decided to go to the dance club next door so we could dance.&amp;nbsp; We continued to drink, dance and have fun.&amp;nbsp; The  boys had already talked about the possibilities of the evening after the bar and  were both hinting to the ladies.&amp;nbsp; The ladies did not kiss or even discuss  getting physical all night.&amp;nbsp; The bar closed and we went to the parking lot.&amp;nbsp; We  had talked about what might happen several times during the night and we were  both nervous and unsure.&amp;nbsp; Once in the parking lot F (Female of the other couple)  leaned in to kiss Wife (W).&amp;nbsp; The boys watched intently as the girls made out in  the parking lot.&amp;nbsp; They then began to talk about getting physical.&amp;nbsp; W was nervous  and left it up to F.&amp;nbsp; F was also nervous because the other couple hadn't played  in over a year.&amp;nbsp; F needed W to ask her for her to go through with it. F said she  was too nervous and then we said our goodbye's and went to our respective  vehicles.&amp;nbsp; Husband (H) told W to call her once we were in our car because we both  wanted it - we just didn't want to make the first move.&amp;nbsp; That was all it took,  they followed us home.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the house and went directly to the bedroom.&amp;nbsp; The boys began looking at  the playboy magazines that we just happened to have on our dresser.&amp;nbsp; The lights  were dimmed and the mood was set.&amp;nbsp; the first 10-20 minutes was awkward for the  girls and started out very slow.&amp;nbsp; Then.... the slowness continued for another  hour or so.&amp;nbsp; The girls started out making out fully clothed at the foot of the  bed while the boys sat at the head of the bed watching.&amp;nbsp; F then untied the top  of W's shirt and slowly pulled her shirt down and kissed W's breast's.&amp;nbsp; She then  removed W's shirt and started licking and kissing W's neck, breast's and  stomach.&amp;nbsp; The boys became a little impatient and attempted to direct the women,  which was disregarded and only made the process even slower.&amp;nbsp; F and W were both  shaking and F asked W several times if she was OK and wanted to continue.&amp;nbsp;  Despite the nervousness, W was eager to continue.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; F's shirt then cam off and  more kissing.....&amp;nbsp; W's pants came of and F's kissing and licking centered around W's inner thighs and stomach area.&amp;nbsp; An hour later by this time, the boys were  going crazy!!!!!&amp;nbsp; They wanted to get involved and they wanted the girls to be  naked.&amp;nbsp; The girls still took there time and took each others bra's off  simultaneously.&amp;nbsp; W unbuttoned F's pants and F's pants came off, and all that was  left was panties.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; F then slid W's panties off very slowly and began licking  her clit.&amp;nbsp; W was still shaking like a leaf on a tree and once again F asked if  she wanted to continue.&amp;nbsp; She did!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The kissing, licking and sucking continued  for another 10 minutes and the boys couldn't take it any more.&amp;nbsp; M (the man of  the other couple) came up behind F and took her panties off and began licking  her pussy and ass from behind while F licked W's pussy.&amp;nbsp; H began kissing W and  licking her nipples......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boys clothes came off and we were all naked at this point.&amp;nbsp; Each couple  took a side of the bed and began having sex.&amp;nbsp; H had  some stage fright at first due to the overwhelming nervousness and excitement of  the situation (plus all the alcohol he drank probably didn't help either!)&amp;nbsp; Once  he overcame the nervousness and with the help of W, H arose to the  occasion!!!!!&amp;nbsp; It then became a bit of a competition between the boys and we  were putting on a show for one another to see who could make their wife cum more  and which woman could make more noise!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We think they won a little, and to be  honest we faked the noises a little so as to keep up&amp;nbsp;the mood (we think they  were doing the same).&amp;nbsp; It was a show at this point,&amp;nbsp;the men then began to try to  one up each other by man handling their woman.&amp;nbsp; M bent F over the side of the  bed doing her doggie style, so H did the same to W.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The girls kissed and  touched each other from across the bed as the men showed off to each other  subconsciously.&amp;nbsp; M finished up and went to the bathroom but H wasn't done.&amp;nbsp; F  laid at the foot of the bed and watched while&amp;nbsp;we finished in our favorite  position: H sitting up at the head of the bed while W sit's on H facing away  from H.&amp;nbsp; H thrusts in and out while&amp;nbsp;reaching around and stimulating W's clit  with his fingers.&amp;nbsp; F watched as we watched her watch us.&amp;nbsp; W had an incredibly  powerful orgasm with the excitement of being watched and&amp;nbsp;the evening was  complete.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;2 hours later is was now 4 in the morning and we all got dressed and  said our goodbye's and they left.&amp;nbsp; The night was incredible and the  experience&amp;nbsp;was amazing!!!!&amp;nbsp; We couldn't have asked for a better first  experience.&amp;nbsp; The nervousness lasted the entire time for W and she felt as though  she could have given F more but just couldn't.&amp;nbsp; F was very respectful and  understood this.&amp;nbsp; H had a slow start but once the nerve's passed - he&amp;nbsp;LOVED  it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Being watched and watching them was so erotic.&amp;nbsp; We know the next time we  will still be nervous, but we have some idea what to do and how it will go now.&amp;nbsp;  So, hopefully the next time it will be more comfortable and even more exciting  and fun.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POSTED BY: THE HUSBAND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Were members of: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.swinglifestyle.com/?signup=VIRGINIA2706" target="_blank"&gt; www.SwingLifeStyle.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295576361551502229-871929110862361604?l=confessionsofbloggers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofbloggers.blogspot.com/feeds/871929110862361604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofbloggers.blogspot.com/2009/09/our-first-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295576361551502229/posts/default/871929110862361604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295576361551502229/posts/default/871929110862361604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofbloggers.blogspot.com/2009/09/our-first-time.html' title='Our First Time'/><author><name>The Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06045411384977933196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pAZQNe-D-jg/SrBGI1x7J0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Wa1q9fmBl7U/S220/swing.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295576361551502229.post-905009459137004443</id><published>2009-08-19T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T16:58:08.679-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swingers'/><title type='text'>First meeting</title><content type='html'>We started looking at personal adds online and emailing back and forth with a few couples and single women with not much luck. With personal ads its hard to tell if the people are real or not. Finally we stumbled across &lt;a href="http://www.swinglifestyle.com/?signup=VIRGINIA2706" target="_blank"&gt;www.SwingLifeStyle.com&lt;/a&gt; and quickly set ourselves up a profile.&lt;br /&gt;We started emailing back and forth with couples on there and were soon invited to our first gathering.&lt;br /&gt;We were so nervous, or maybe is was just me, but we met 4 different swinger couples that night and we had a blast! Nothing crazy happened we just hung out and socialized and made a few "connections" with two of the couples!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POSTED BY: THE WIFE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295576361551502229-905009459137004443?l=confessionsofbloggers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofbloggers.blogspot.com/feeds/905009459137004443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofbloggers.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-meeting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295576361551502229/posts/default/905009459137004443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295576361551502229/posts/default/905009459137004443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofbloggers.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-meeting.html' title='First meeting'/><author><name>The Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06045411384977933196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pAZQNe-D-jg/SrBGI1x7J0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Wa1q9fmBl7U/S220/swing.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295576361551502229.post-6907812983793654876</id><published>2009-08-16T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T16:59:17.066-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swingers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bisexuality'/><title type='text'>The First Kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The first step was to quench my curiosity. So one night we decided to go out to a bar and my husband was convinced he could get a girl to kiss me.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately for me, I am not a flirt and I dont really know how to hit on a girl. Not to mention, being at a regular bar, how am I going to tell which girls would actually be interested.&lt;br /&gt;Well, after several tries and lots of drinks my husband had success! I saw him walk up to a girl from across the bar, he was talking to her, then pointed in my direction. Then they walked up to me and I am sure I turned bright red.&lt;br /&gt;She said "hi", put her hand on the back of my neck, pulled me in, and kissed me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POSTED BY: THE WIFE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295576361551502229-6907812983793654876?l=confessionsofbloggers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofbloggers.blogspot.com/feeds/6907812983793654876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofbloggers.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-kiss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295576361551502229/posts/default/6907812983793654876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295576361551502229/posts/default/6907812983793654876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofbloggers.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-kiss.html' title='The First Kiss'/><author><name>The Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06045411384977933196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pAZQNe-D-jg/SrBGI1x7J0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Wa1q9fmBl7U/S220/swing.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295576361551502229.post-4783097722120924158</id><published>2009-08-14T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T16:59:17.066-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swingers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bisexuality'/><title type='text'>The Confession</title><content type='html'>One day after my husband got home I asked him, "What would you think if I told you I wanted to kiss a girl?" He was shocked at first because that was totally unlike me.&lt;br /&gt;Like every other man, his biggest fantasy was to have a threesome with me and another woman. He has also always hinted he wanted to see me with another woman. So, with the hope of that in the future he was totally exited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only question was, how to make it happen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POSTED BY: THE WIFE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.swinglifestyle.com/?signup=VIRGINIA2706" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295576361551502229-4783097722120924158?l=confessionsofbloggers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofbloggers.blogspot.com/feeds/4783097722120924158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofbloggers.blogspot.com/2009/08/confession.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295576361551502229/posts/default/4783097722120924158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295576361551502229/posts/default/4783097722120924158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofbloggers.blogspot.com/2009/08/confession.html' title='The Confession'/><author><name>The Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06045411384977933196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pAZQNe-D-jg/SrBGI1x7J0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Wa1q9fmBl7U/S220/swing.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295576361551502229.post-7676187362974615715</id><published>2009-08-12T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T16:58:08.679-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swingers'/><title type='text'>How it all began</title><content type='html'>My husband had been away for several months and during that time my mind began to wonder. I wondered what it would be like to be with a woman. Mainly at that point I just wanted to know what it would feel like to kiss a woman.&lt;br /&gt;Over the months my curiosity grew. One of my very good friends was bi and I started to find myself attracted to her. Yet, I had no idea what to do about it. Finally I got up the guts to email her to tell her how I felt.&lt;br /&gt;I waited on pins and needles for her to read the email and respond.&lt;br /&gt;Finally she responded and I got the response I wanted. She said she was attracted to me as well.&lt;br /&gt;Shortly there after my husband came back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing ever happened between us, later on she basically changed her mind and decided if anything happened it would ruin our friendship. I'm not really sure what happened, I think maybe she was hoping we could "play" together while my husband was gone. Maybe she wanted more out of it than I did. She is also married.&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line, I'm married and wasnt going to do anything without telling my husband first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POSTED BY: THE WIFE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295576361551502229-7676187362974615715?l=confessionsofbloggers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofbloggers.blogspot.com/feeds/7676187362974615715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofbloggers.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-it-all-began.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295576361551502229/posts/default/7676187362974615715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295576361551502229/posts/default/7676187362974615715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofbloggers.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-it-all-began.html' title='How it all began'/><author><name>The Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06045411384977933196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pAZQNe-D-jg/SrBGI1x7J0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Wa1q9fmBl7U/S220/swing.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7295576361551502229.post-1527682323200358763</id><published>2009-08-10T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T16:58:08.679-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swingers'/><title type='text'>Were Happily Married Swingers</title><content type='html'>My husband and I have been happily married for over 7 years. Over the last year we have decided to explore our sexuality and enhance our sex lives by involving other couples. Yes, we are swingers and I am bisexual. I decided to start this blog because I am dying to tell "someone" about our experiences but I cant really tell anyone I know.&lt;a href="http://www.swinglifestyle.com/?signup=VIRGINIA2706" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pAZQNe-D-jg/SrBKz2-JUPI/AAAAAAAAAA4/MBTGBdn5Mik/s1600-h/swing.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pAZQNe-D-jg/SrBKz2-JUPI/AAAAAAAAAA4/MBTGBdn5Mik/s400/swing.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;POSTED BY: THE WIFE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7295576361551502229-1527682323200358763?l=confessionsofbloggers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofbloggers.blogspot.com/feeds/1527682323200358763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofbloggers.blogspot.com/2009/08/were-happily-married-swingers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295576361551502229/posts/default/1527682323200358763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7295576361551502229/posts/default/1527682323200358763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofbloggers.blogspot.com/2009/08/were-happily-married-swingers.html' title='Were Happily Married Swingers'/><author><name>The Wife</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06045411384977933196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pAZQNe-D-jg/SrBGI1x7J0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Wa1q9fmBl7U/S220/swing.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pAZQNe-D-jg/SrBKz2-JUPI/AAAAAAAAAA4/MBTGBdn5Mik/s72-c/swing.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
